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Adumbratio
07:26
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You'll make it to Paris one day
By the time you roll all of your pennies
It won't be there anymore
Press all of your limbs into the heat
Of the asphalt warped into glue
This summer is 12 years deep
I know you hate the city
Shut up and skim the cum from my pool
And shuck the oysters when told
The suburbs are made of the bones
Of the sad and the sick and the sour
One day they'll bow from the stress
We will never rest
We will never rest
Our hearts are flat, treadless tires
But we can never rest
There's a drop of blood in the sun room
And it's trickling down the stairs
It's pooling right under the candelabra
Now it's staining your fine dishware
It's bigger than the guest apartment
It's washing away the doormat
It's bigger than your whole estate
Bigger than the cul de sac
It's flowing across the sidewalks
Where no one knows each other's names
It's bigger than the highlands
And it's flooding all 5 lanes
It's bigger than this whole city
It's bigger than entropy
It's bigger than their pitiless doubt
In anything we could ever be
We will never rest
We will never rest
Our hearts are flat, treadless tires
But we can never rest
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2. |
Garbage Strike
03:56
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I don't know what you put in my drink
But you probably found it in the garbage
When you was looking for your lunch
Hey! Hey!
Are you even listening to me?
Hey! Hey!
Can you keep that landfill burning for me?
They can shut out the sky
This place has always been and it will always be
It's been here much longer than you and me
Gonna take your pretty things and throw them down in the street
Melt down your pretty things and feed them to the priests in heat
Hey! Hey!
We're drying dogs off in the microwave
Hey! Hey!
We bury our heads in abortion graves
They can shut out the sky
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3. |
Traffic Calming 1
02:34
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4. |
One Car Per Adult
05:52
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Wake to the gatling guns
I just hope it's painless when it finally comes
Take us quick don't leave anyone just
Silence. Roaring hum.
Silence. Roaring hum.
Slow down
Pile up
Bridge out
Fourteen horse power and four horse men
Slow down
Pile up
Bridge out
Take me by the hand until the windshield tears it off
I sow these seeds on a fresh plot of land
But all that emerges is clumps of oil-choked sand
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5. |
Neon Billboards
05:51
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Arm the gates
Encircling your estate
After punching out all the windows
Of the blood bank
Every patrician needs lunch
And to be served on their throne
Embed it on the neon billboards
And every empty womb and heart'll know
Kids will keep home fires lit
As they build our nursing homes
Crushed by our ghosts
But each failing factory needs one
And each broken heart lies awake
God's gift is a shallow-breathing
Maggot rooting through your planned escape
Wait for the clouds of black lungs
To do their job when the job is aced
Sealing their fates
I need love
Something to take care of
Someone to lock all of my guns up
When I'm dad drunk
Storm those gates
Encircling their estate
Flood with kerosene all the door sills
Of the sperm banks
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6. |
Traffic Calming 2
03:38
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7. |
Slum Surgeons
05:00
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The minister took us by our frail arms and
He crossed himself weakly and feigned charm and
He opened his eyes up to reason and
Cast his bile upon procreation
All the playgrounds have kudzu threaded through them and
The monkey bars are flecked with chipped poison and
I can swim in the river any season and
If we cannot eat now then tell me when
Education! Before legislation!
I can't move I cannot move
Education! Before legislation!
I want to disappear into my phone
Education! Before legislation!
I can't move I cannot move
Education! Before legislation!
I just want wine and a warm home
You move in with a satchel
Of skittering solutions
But the neon blurs the projects
With the trash from all the oceans
You move me with your pallor
Architecture so unseemly, but
I can't hear you over waves
Upon waves of sterophonic agonal breathing
When they pave
Over my cleft chin
Remember my charm
When you foster my children
And when they're gutted
On hollow streets
You'll know my mistakes
Castration! Before decimation!
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Castration! Before decimation!
Do it right here, do it right now
Castration! Before decimation!
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Castration! Before decimation!
Count me in don't leave me out
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8. |
Chimney of the World
04:33
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I stole some blackberries from the last local farm
But it still couldn't save us
I pulled that grouse from the chimney of the world
But it still couldn't save us
Now your irony eyes
Dart like trails of light
On the sinking grid
I shared every article about hive minds
But it still couldn't save us
I blurred the binary of our hearts and heads
But it still couldn't save us
Manufacturing glee
From a glowing screen
But you don't feel it
Now your irony eyes
Dart like trails of light
On the sinking grid
I mainlined forty gallons of truth serum
But it still couldn't save us
You'll never have to work a day in your life
Or know that the world is worse than the movies
The canvassers burn on the streets below
It's all hazy lights from the highest balcony
But you are next
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9. |
Traffic Calming 3
03:13
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10. |
Not the Onion
06:28
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I don't know where the good news ends
I can't tell where the bad news begins
Snatch up a kid and drink from their neck
They say kids keep you young my friend
The heat hits with a slow wave of doom
Sweaty striptease in a hospital gown
Trampled under evacuation routes
The world's so old but you'll feel young again
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Remember that time
When you had to go ID
Your boyfriend by tattoos
It's all buried by time
All the broken glass
Collects in the lowest sites
Our ghost trails snag on them
When it's finally night
Our skulls of concrete
In the ribs of the countryside
Scattershot like buckshot
Skin grows over in time
The trees are in heat
They all fuck before they feast
In bulldozer bracelets
And tenement bikinis
Our wake is an oil-filled scar
That lives for as long as the stars
One starving ravine for each and every car
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12. |
Home Invasion
03:26
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I want to get this thing out of my body
I need to get this thing out of my body
Murder by flood
Murder by fire
Murder by any means required
I need to cut the strings
Woven through my body
The jig is up
There's nobody left to laugh with you
No one is going to call the police
They're all ashes
They're all mold
They're all meat
For marigolds
I want to get this thing out of my body
I need to get this thing out of my body
Tempered by blood
Tempered by bone
Anything to get you out of my home
I need to cut the strings
Woven through my body
Get out of my body
Get out of my home
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Tundra Toddler Northampton, Massachusetts
Tundra Toddler is a splattered smear of chaotic electronics and tense, stormy pop sludge. He uses this idiosyncratic sonic backdrop to explore his obsessions of failing health, addiction, grief, and rape culture.
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